At some point in the playoffs, Don Cherry will tilt his head to the right and put out his hands as if to stop Ron McLean in his tracks. “It’s good for guys to play a little tired. LetshearitforDouggie GilmourgoodCanadianbo yfromKingstonreallytoughguyalwaysplayedal
ittletired.” And he is right about that.

On Saturday, Joanne said to me that she thought she was getting a cold. Sunday, she proved her point. She had caught a roaring cold. Joanne spent Sunday doing two things; throwing the Kleenex in the wastebasket like Meadowlark Lemon and expressing her displeasure at catching a cold just a day before her long-awaited starting day.

As you have probably experienced, it is hard to sleep when you can’t breathe out of either nostril. There was tossing, turning and sweating but not much sleeping. Sunday morning found a very tired Joanne dragging herself perpendicular to the floor. All of this was due only to having a roaring cold.

Today was the long awaited day. Jo started her new job. When she left for her new job today, she didn’t notice the poppy seeds between her teeth from breakfast. After lunch, not seeing the spilt food down her shirt, she used the washroom and walked out with her skirt tucked into the top of her nylons that by now had a ladder down the left leg. None of this was noticeable as she had snapped off the heel of her right shoe and was limping on her split level footwear.

Of course, none of this happened. She had a great day and probably due to being a little tired and under the weather, there wasn’t a lot of nerves. Her first day was spent in orientation and tomorrow is her first day at her desk. There is a very happy Joanne here tonight she had a great day at work and is eager to dig into her job. And her cold seems a little better.